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Symptoms of A Failing Heart

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Late Tuesday

seNGET crossed his heart at 3:46 PM  
tuesday is one of the best day of the week. because school is from 8am to 12pm. todays first lesson was Sports and Wellness and i was late. i only wake up until ek called me at around 7.30am. thanks to him, otherwise i wouldn't be at school at all cause i forget to set my alarm. anyway, while i was rushing to school, a middle-age chinese guy came forward and asked me to help him type some chinese sms so he could send to someone as he didn't understand how to use his handphone. i was like "fuck man, i'm late for school!!" but due of my KIND and HELPFUL character, i've no choice but try to help him in any ways i could. HEHE =p. at first, i thought he's like those motherfucker whose trying to lend and steal my handphone or something. i was like so alert, kept looking around if there was an acomplice or something. i was ALL SO READY FOR ANY SHIT THAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT MAN. but i was wrong. nevertheless, i still need to be careful right. ok back to the chinese guy shit. he actually wanted me to type what "i now just started to work and i have no money, so if u got money, can u please lend me." i thought for a while and i just can't figure out how to type the first word's han yu ping yin. and my mind just kept saying "WE'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL DUDE!!" so i've no choice but to reject that guy. i just told him, "sorry uncle, i don't know how to type the chinese words" and i quickly walked away. phew~

when i reached school, i was 30 mins late. luckily the teacher haven't mark attendance. his name is Mr David and it was the first time i saw him as the previous week was a different teacher. so i quickly change to my PE entire and sit down to listen to some theory about the fats stuffs. to my surprise, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THE TEACHER IS TALKING ABOUT. its not the theory i cannot understand but his accent that i cannot understand. the way he talk is so slang and funny, he has a kind of Japanese-talking-english accent. after 15 mins of "TALKING", it was time to play!! we quickly went to the street soccer court and play some soccer and was really late for the next lesson. Mr Seah is so totally piss off because of our latecoming. anyway, he soon get over it and started the MMF lesson.

(for your info, Mr Seah is our class advisor, in simple terms, form teacher. and he teachs us MMF aka Multimedia Fundamental.) i just love that lesson.

soon, it was after school. we were suppose to play soccer match against one of my classmates' friend but it was raining. so we end up goin pavilion to play some pool. we were in our school uniform but the people doesn't seem to care. so we open 2 tables and play for around 1 hr plus i think. haikal is really good at it. after that, we made our way home separately. and now, ITS TIME FOR ME TO TAKE A MINI NAP. muahaha.


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